Poems: The Love of Christ, Us Too, He Hears, Why Beauty, Dark Night's, I Love Your Might, I Look to God, Mother Mary, Desolation's Hidden Side, Being Present, and Quieting Thought for the Day
Though God is everywhere, like in Francis Thompson’s, the Hound of Heaven, our hearts are restless until they rest in Him. Though the power of His intelligence and might are evident everywhere in science and nature, He is often hidden and our soul goes searching. Many of the poems reflect this seeking that He may be found.
The Love of Christ
7-30-2019
The love of Christ is beyond our wildest imaginings because history verifies that it actually is real, the depth of what He did and not just imagined. It is deeply personal for each one of us if we develop the sense to recognize it. There is vastness beyond human comprehension though God He is human to the fullest in every aspect and is so without any separation from being God. There is no sin in Him. Sin is life destructive distancing from the absolute fullness that is God. By the love of His sacrifice he creates and shares that same fullness of life in us,
Us Too
1980’s.
Imagine Mary in the house
Watching Jesus on the floor
Knowing well the scripture promise,
Here’s Son of God we all adore.
No gain to flutter, run half there,
She kept the house with no fanfare;
Her Baby’s soul has deepest eyes,
Like Him, she too learned be aware.
Learned walking too, He loved to play,
He studied things that caught His eye,
Hearing, touching, tasting, smelling, A head hit tumble made Him cry.
To watch God learn as every man
In His creation, breathing in,
That matter held this special state;
This Child would break life’s death grip, sin.
She washed and clothed Him, held Him tight,
At twelve she learned He knew His role,
Yet eighteen years more grew within,
She pondered in her mind and soul.
Thirty years He gathered in
Mary too while at His side,
True to moments as at Cana
She acted for new groom and bride.
On the cross He naked died
And more than healed our first sin, pride;
All creation’s paused for us
We’re gathering, they’re at our side.
He Hears
1980-90s
Thirty years of gathering, while working hard with wood,
At twelve He knew well Who He was, with time more understood.
He loved to take His Father’s trees; by hand some form extract,
He loved the smell of chips that fell, took pride all was exact.
His Father is such Special Friend, wood cross, all full exists;
His Father is full glorified, through deep love such as this.
Into man God pours His all, His image one for one
Will grow through Jesus Christ our Lord, Who chose His will be done.
We each proceed through every day, and every day things do,
Awareness of our Father’s gifts, give breath a Christ-like hue.
The billion maples blossoming, half million blossoms each,
Each blossom is a miracle, a sense of God to teach.
Christ loves His billion people modes, draw Father through, alive;
Our earthy task in every day, for birthing God we strive.
Through each He thus must come alive, earth groans in labor pain;
With Christ we yearn to all fulfill, parousia sustain.
Do you thus see the role we have, each image called to be?
Must call to God that into time, each brings eternity.
Then solid doors we through may pass, in matter glorified,
No force resist, all essences’ touch, through Christ’s way unified.
No big to-do or show put on, love God with all your heart,
It’s every day we live God’s way, when living is an art.
If we thus live as Christ did live, check out those thirty years;
We too call to Father in all things, and yes, our Father hears.
Why Beauty
11-4-2019, 3 am
Just out of sight and fully God,
All existence rests on You,
See beauty’s of Your signature,
You tune our being with depths of true.
True beauty’s not encased in rules
Love writes of things between the lines,
Holds essence at the core of being,
We pull in breaths the soul refines
It’s radiant flowers, soft drops of rain,
Mountain vistas, morning dew,
And gift before to bed at night
Your evening sky you splash red hue.
Beauty’s essence rings existence,
Intertwining love runs through
Your essence close is You for souls
It’s clear expressed we’d know it’s You.
Dark Night’s
3-8-2020
You’re sweetness, Lord, beyond all telling,
Its mountain moments being with you,
May crash too deep on coming down,
May hesitate for royal blue.
Such richness deep imbues our souls,
Transcends all joys of here below,
Though stratus clouds in evening sun
Lose to deep night their afterglow.
So not for blaze of glory seek,
Attentive heart’s in everyday
Not try for height or loss we feel,
You’re never really far away.
Gift hope and faith breathe charity,
Can’t snag this intellectually
Though brilliant is this faculty,
Your touch’s what sparks humanity.
I Love Your Might
2019-7-15
Love hear you gentle in the night,
It’s through Your creatures, know Your call,
Like lonely cry of distant loon,
Says how you pine for one and all.
Here in between each sound you are,
Your presence real holds time and space,
Hear bird and cricket masterpiece,
Designs You wrought at eons pace.
Not by chance do these exist
Of random efforts with no guide
Quintillion tries wouldn’t protein make;
True scientists find true the ride.
In flawless forms, there’s nth degree,
Most mystery, try understand,
Mere mapping out’s not how it works,
Through frequencies, You move Your hand.
We’re dust of stars arranged for life,
You upped it more for person’s place,
In each may true Your image shine,
Yes we are yours, your human race.
Of love of highest frequency,
In time we resonate as light,
You woo tonight in tenderness,
Night sounds You’ve honed, I love Your might.
I Look to God
1-20-2003, 3-4 am
When I look to God I have to pause,
Lest things don't mean a thing;
I can't superimpose what my mind knows
Abstraction's not life's being.
To truly love's beyond to feel,
There is no agenda here,
There are no what ifs, no made up thoughts,
Nor acting out of fear.
Immediate and personal
There's gift of present now,
What God came to do is all right here,
No time-ploy of meanwhile.
The direct connect of essence's breath
Infusing spirit life,
For consciousness that God exists
There's gift of man and wife.
For where one should so slight distract,
No fullness fills the day,
Our now intent is how content
Our present is our stay.
Free to be, free to breathe,
Most freed from fancied flights,
Alive by love, life's by intent,
God's now supplants insights.
Mother Mary
2-21-2021
Lift me up, Oh Virgin Mother,
Instill in me your holy peace,
Inflame my soul to see your strength,
Through trust in you may our fears cease.
So much grows dark, the world’s awry,
Satan strews his hate, his way,
You’re our promise from the start,
You watch for us midst deadly fray.
Teach our hearts to deeply love,
Humility will stop the tide,
Love’s light gives life ore killing hate,
It’s substance, life of God ‘gainst pride.
May mother’s love’s for all mankind,
Gain each of us as special one,
Immense capacity God’s life,
A Fathers will here through His Son.
Desolation’s Hidden Side
2-9-2023
Its winter now, most life seems dead
The garden’s naked barren dirt,
No one’s outside, all’s hunkered down
My body parts have time to hurt.
Watch wind chase off some lonely leaves
Down across the empty yard,
They’d spent themselves to feed their tree,
We can’t dismiss without regard.
Deep solitude now speaks to us,
There’s much beyond what eye is seeing,
They’re too of fabric seen as flux,
Of all existence mystery.
They here stick out as all things do,
They seem suggest a lonely place
That only they do occupy,
Unique to have their tumbling space.
Like rose is rose to catch our eye,
Can full fill up my emptiness,
How much more then, person with a soul
If same way glimpsed now offer bliss.
Yes, desolation does exist,
These lonely leaves seem speak of it
To offset richness of our lives
Where soul of persons interject.
Being Present
3-3-2010
I’ve heard some scream; I’ve heard some yell;
Cacophony’s way is bent on noise;
In silence I best hear the soul;
It has the scent of grounded poise.
I note a presence in all things
Just so barely out of sight,
Un-intruding, simply here;
Is shouting here what keeps it night?
Whisperings of resonance
Are tuning keys of listening souls,
Faith, Hope and Love are acts of being,
To present be, use Presence tools.
Quieting Thought for the Day
6-28-2004
When the news I read and hear
Grinds against my soul because of what I hold sacred,
I realize that the seeming vulnerability of caring
Is due to a sense of isolation in carrying too much,
Unaware of how fully present God really is
Amidst the hate and chaos we pick up on;
And know gratefully by our focus on Him,
He enters and transforms all things,
Especially us,
Integral,
Because we are willing in His love.
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